There was once a girl named Yuko. She was a small, cute and very sweet girl with dark teal-blue hair that was tied into two long twintail which ran down her back, all the way to her feet, and deep red eyes that shined like a pair of rubies in the sun. Yuko was a ghost buster, which meant that she went to haunted places in order to free them from ghosts. She had only been hunting for ghosts for four months, but it didn't take her long to start being very good at it. The reason she was good was because she wasn't afraid of the spirits she found but instead showed compassion and helped them find a way to where they belong-wherever that might be. It was all up to each spirit whether they wanted to go or stay where they were, and Yuko was able to help most of those spirits find peace and move on with their journey by just being her cheerful and supportive self. Yuko never felt bad while hunting. Instead, she felt happy. Happy that she was doing something important. That she could be a part of helping others who needed her. This helpful personality of hers always made her do her best when she went out into haunted places. Her best usually involved finding and helping many different kinds of ghosts at even the most unusual and scary places, as well as helping the humans around them. One day, when Yuko was out ghostbusting near an old graveyard that had become famous in town due to its high amount of hauntings, she came across a strange ghost that seemed to have trouble moving on. This ghost was unlike any other ghost she had ever met before, so much that she had no idea how this ghost could possibly be one of the ghosts haunting this graveyard. Unlike other ghosts, who were basically their human versions but with ghostly features like being pale and see-through, this ghost instead was a round, white ball with a shiny bell dangling from a long, pointy tip on it's head. It had large black eyes and rosy cheeks and floated on top of a tombstone while pouting. Yuko didn't know what kind of spirit this was or where it had come from, but something about the way it pouted felt familiar to her. And so, she decided to help the little spirit find peace again. She walked over to the white ball and smiled at it. "Hello there! Who are you?" she asked. The white sphere looked back at her with bright, big black eyes. "Oh, hello. I'm Boobro..." the ghost moaned. "Nice to meet you! I'm Yuko but you can call me Yuyu!" The ghostbuster smiled wider, showing her perfect white teeth. "What's wrong, little wisp? Why are you sitting here all by yourself? Surely there's a better place you could be than this cold, dark cemetery?" She knew some ghosts liked to stay in the world of the living because they loved being close to their loved ones again. But then, there were also some ghosts who did not enjoy the company of humans, especially after having to leave them behind. So Yuko asked: "Do you feel lonely? Do you miss your family?" "Yes..." The spirit replied slowly, looking more sad than anything else. Yuko frowned, feeling concerned for this spirit. "Well then, why don't you follow me for a bit? Let's sit down for a bit and you can tell me about what's bothering you." She suggested kindly, putting her hand out towards the ghost. At first, the spirit didn't move at all-it just stared at her hand with its sad face-but eventually it floated closer to her. Then, once the two were touching hands, Yuko led the little ghost along with her to a nearby tree. "Why don't we rest here until we figure out where your home is?" She asked, sitting down next to the little spirit and patting the grass beside her. "It's okay, I won't let anyone hurt you here. We'll figure this out together." "I don't really have a home" the spirit murmured, turning its sad, empty gaze upon Yuko. "Hmm..." Yuko tilted her head to the side. At that moment, her eyes started to glow bright red again. "What if I could help you find a place to belong again? A place where people would love you." The little ghost turned its eyes onto Yuko again, a small hint of hope shining through. "Would you like to help me find my home?" Yuko nodded. "Yeah! Of course I will!" Boobro beamed, letting go of Yuko's hand to float closer to her smiling face. "You're very nice! Thank you! I'm so glad to have found someone who wants to help me!" Yuko grinned widely. "Of course!" And with that, Yuko and Boobro started walking to find the ghost's family. They ended up spending a lot of time in the cemetery that day, talking and searching for any other spirits that needed help or who were lonely, like Boobro. But no matter how long they searched, Yuko couldn't seem to find anyone who could take care of Boobro as he should be taken care of. Even the other ghosts in the cemetery said they were sorry for him but that there was nothing they could do. Eventually, Yuko and the tiny ghost both returned to the graveyard. As they passed by the spot where Yuko had met him, the little white ball turned back around towards the spot. He sighed sadly before turning his attention forward again. "Is there somewhere special you used to live? Maybe there's something you left there that could help you find your home again?" Yuko offered, trying to cheer the ghost up. But Boobro only shook his head in reply. "No... I don't really think there's anywhere I could go back to." Yuko furrowed her brow. She didn't want to leave the pouting spirit on his own but she also didn't know what else she could do. She was still pretty new at this ghost hunting business. But then she thought of something. "Hey, why don't you follow me for now? I'm a ghostbuster, you know. I visit all kinds of places, maybe we can find a way for you to get home again." Boobro looked up at Yuko, a hopeful look in his eyes. "Really?" "Yeah. Come on! It might take a while, but we'll figure it out together!" The ghostbuster smiled brightly, extending a hand towards the spirit. Boobro hesitated for a second before reaching out hesitantly, touching Yuko's hand. Once they touched hands again, Yuko pulled him along with her as she left the graveyard and headed back home. The little spirit followed close behind Yuko the whole way, his eyes glinting in the moonlight, filled with a newfound hope. Yuko and Boobro talked about things they loved and memories they shared, laughing as they walked through the streets of the city and into the forest where Yuko lived. And after a while, Yuko began to feel more and more sure that Boobro's spirit wouldn't be alone much longer. She felt like his home wasn't too far away. Maybe, his home wasn't some place they'd visit or a person they met-maybe Boobro's home was right there with her.